If you say, I'll go back to the buried past. In that way, there is abysmal darkness There I live like a light in the dew. Look at me, I'm that physical formless. I've seen an unidentified sky in your eye. You can overcome it consciously With the mindset of monks, After crossing it, if you meet Any noble moon in some night Be a bird of broken nest, And fly to that moon, as his dream. A few golden evenings, tie life. A few evenings, burn like flames of lamp And die. A few of them, become caterpillars and Sleep at your beck and call A few evenings wake up as butterflies And fly flower to flower. If you say my laughter is acting I agree. It may be. If my acting fills your heart with a swing Let my youth be filled with the swing, Only I'll take the beauty of some evenings And turn away.
Make a dome of Love, after my death, somewhere in this world. I won't mind, if there is no river beside.